All the info I have on my surgery comes from a short conversation my dh had with Dr. L while I was still zonked, and he doesn't interrogate in quite the ruthless way that I do.
(Meanwhile, I, and my wonderful nurses, have been trying for hours to get her to come visit me, since she is here at the hospital. Apparently she is on call in the maternity ward, and it strikes me as slightly unfair that women who already have babies should get to monopolize my fertility specialist, too.)
Here's what I do know. I was, typically, right where I'd have preferred to be wrong - the endo was much worse than she suspected. They removed several cysts; size estimates appear to be in the key lime range (all endometriomas are measured in citrus). She did not cut open my bowel; I *think* this is because I didn't need it, rather than because I screwed up the bowel prep, but I will verify this if I ever get a chance to talk to her. She told my dh that there is a 70% chance it will be back in 5 years if I don't get pregnant.
This prompts a number of considerations. First, I take that to mean she got it all (otherwise it would be 100%, right?). Second, well, this is bad news. I was hoping this would be an opportunity to move on from IF treatment (if I wanted to) and institute a lifetime ban on surgery on my reproductive organs. It doesn't sound like that will work.
But my chances of pregnancy are 30% or less (cue Naked Gun quote: "And there's only a 10% chance of that"). And that's in the next year, when my dh will be gone for a month, every other month. Someone up there has a sick sense of humor. My reproductive organs are not only useless for their intended purpose, but a ticking time bomb to boot. This is unacceptable, and if I have to have them removed to get this situation under control, I will.
Also, I didn't turn out to have a uterine polyp (I guess this is good, but then what was that?), and I can't tell whether she did the cervical cautery for the precancerous lesions. I'm pretty sure I could feel recent burns to my cervix, and I don't. This morning, though, she said she would do that.
In general, despite my big-picture brooding, I am in high spirits. I set about being a plague on the nurses immediately, and succeeded in quitting the morphine as soon as I woke up (eight hours ago, and I feel fine), getting the catheter out earlier than promised, and switching almost immediately to solid food. They also let me walk back from the bathroom unsupervised. I plan to exploit all these achievements to get myself released tomorrow. I am still VERY sleepy (but no longer groggy), but I want to be back in my house.
Speaking of which, my exhausted husband (who got no sleep last night, and no anaesthesia either), went home I think before 3 to get a nap and come back. I texted him after *my* nap to request my laptop (my TV's on the fritz, and the laptop is more fun than the BB), but he has not responded and it's been hours. I don't want to call him and make him feel guilty, but I am sort of wondering where he is.
